My Dad Fucks Every Guy I Bring Home

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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I was nineteen, gay, and still living at home with my dad while I figured out what came next after high school. We lived in the same house we'd always lived in, just the two of us since I was twelve when my mom left. It wasn't a sad situation, it was just our situation. We got along fine, didn't need to talk constantly to feel comfortable around each other, and he'd loosened up a lot since high school when he used to want to know where I was every hour. Back then it drove me crazy. Now I understood it was just how he was wired, protective without being suffocating about it most of the time.

When I came out at seventeen it wasn't a big moment. I sat him down and told him and he nodded and said okay and asked what I wanted for dinner. I wasn't surprised he took it well. He'd told me once, not as any kind of confession, just as a fact that came up naturally, that he'd been with a couple of guys when he was younger. Not something he dwelled on or needed to discuss, just part of his history. So my being gay wasn't a shock to him and we moved on from it quickly, which was exactly what I wanted.

The only thing that hadn't moved quickly was my actual experience with guys. I'd been on the apps since I turned eighteen but something always got in the way, timing, nerves, logistics. I was still a virgin and I was ready to stop being one.

That's where Marcus came in.

We'd matched two days ago and gone from hello to explicit in about four exchanges, which was a personal record. He was twenty-four, worked in construction, and his profile had two pictures, one of his face which showed a decent looking guy, and one shirtless that showed a broad chest and a flat stomach with a trail of hair running down the middle. I looked back at the last picture he'd sent this morning, his cock, soft and already thick, resting against his thigh. I'd stared at it for a full minute before I sent one back, my ass, one hand spreading myself open a little so he could see. He replied in under thirty seconds.

Marcus: fuck. that hole is perfect. i'm going to destroy it.

Me: promise?

Marcus: you won't be able to sit for a week.

Me: please i need your big cock

Marcus: i'm free right now

Me: finally. where?

Marcus: can't host. oliver's home all day.

I thought about it for a second. My dad was home but he'd be watching TV or doing something in the garage, he wouldn't bother us if I said Marcus was a friend.

Me: come to mine. my dad's here but I'll say you're from school. we just have to be quiet.

Marcus: works for me. how soon?

Me: now.

Marcus: already hard thinking about that ass. send me your address.

I put my phone down, changed my sheets, and checked I had enough lube in my nightstand drawer. Then I sat on my bed and waited, feeling both nervous and excited. I was finally going to lose my virginity.

He arrived about twenty minutes later. I opened the front door just as he had finished his first knock and he was better looking in person than in his pictures. Taller than I expected, good jawline, a sly smile that let me know I was going to get my ass pounded. He looked me up and down and smiled, obviously pleased with what he was seeing.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said, and stepped aside to let him in.

That's when my dad appeared from the hallway. And I knew one fact about my dad: he was incredibly handsome. I had heard it from girls at my school that had come over at my house, I had heard it whispered by neighbors or friends' moms at barbecues or other events. Anyway, I had heard it more than once and I thought it too myself, whereas I was just an average guy.

He did this every time someone came over, just materialized, drawn by the sound of the door. He was in his boxers and nothing else, which was his standard at-home state. He was forty but he looked good for a 40 year old as he kept himself in shape through regular physical activity. Five feet eight inches tall, broad across the shoulders, solid without being bulky. Dark hair on his chest and forearms, going grey in patches. His face was all sharp angles, with a permanent stubble he never fully shaved. He had a presence that was hard to explain, like the room felt smaller when he walked in and you couldn't not look at him.

His boxers didn't leave much to the imagination either with a prominent bulge, he had always been relaxed about his body and had no reason not to be. Marcus stopped walking and I could see he had his eyes fixated on my dad, which was weird.

My dad looked between us, unhurried.

"Dad, this is Marcus, we know each other from school. We're just going to hang out for a bit."

My dad looked at Marcus for a second, quickly assessing him.

"You eat?" he asked.

"I'm good, thanks," Marcus said. His voice came out slightly higher than it had been when he said hi.

"There's food in the kitchen if you change your mind," my dad said. He looked at me once, then turned and went back down towards the living room.

I grabbed Marcus by the arm and pulled him toward the stairs. I had to pull him pretty hard as he just stood there, watching my dad walk away. But we made it to my room and I closed the door behind us, a smile on my face. Finally, it was time.

I turned around and Marcus was in the middle of my room, looking absent-minded. I closed the distance and we started kissing, but he wasn't really kissing me back. He wasn't a very good kisser but it wasn't really why I had brought him over so it didn't matter much. I tried to take his shirt off, but his arms weren't moving so I couldn't get it past his chest.

I pulled back. "You good?"

"Yeah," he said. "Just thirsty. I'll grab some water."

"I can get it for you," I said.

"No, I'll go." He was already opening the door.

I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to his footsteps on the stairs. I used the time to get ready. I pulled the condoms and lube out of my nightstand and put them on top where we could reach them. I took my shirt off and then put it back on because standing around shirtless alone felt stupid. I checked my phone. Nothing.

I was nervous. More than I'd expected to be now that it was actually happening. My heart was going faster than it needed to and I kept having to remind myself to breathe normally. This was fine, this was happening. I was ready for this.

I checked my phone again.

Without realizing it, a good ten minutes had passed since Marcus went to get water. I started to think maybe my dad had gotten him into a full conversation downstairs, something probably boring and Marcus didn't know how to escape.

I went to the top of the stairs and listened. I could hear my dad's voice, low and steady, but I couldn't make out the words so I went down.

Our house had an open floor plan, kitchen running into the living room with nothing separating them. I came around the corner from the stairs and I could see the couch from the kitchen and I stopped in my tracks, shocked by what I was seeing.

Marcus was on his knees between my dad's legs. My dad was sitting on the couch with his boxers pushed down and Marcus had his cock in his mouth and was working at it with both hands.

"What the fuck," I said.

My dad looked up at me. He didn't look embarrassed. He looked like a man who had been interrupted doing something completely reasonable.

"He threw himself at me," he said, like a fact not like he was trying to justify himself. "I'll use him and send him back upstairs. Give me twenty minutes."

I stood there. I looked at Marcus. Marcus didn't look up, so I went back upstairs while clenching my fists in rage. I didn't know what to do or what to say to stop them, I was powerless in that situation. I walked to my door and was about to slam it when I heard my dad's voice carry up the stairs.

"Swallow that big cock, boy."

I stood with my hand on the door, because something happened in me. Something I couldn't describe but I could tell was very wrong, so I left it open and went and sat on my bed.

I picked up my phone and opened Instagram and stared at it without seeing anything on the screen. Downstairs the sounds were getting clearer. My dad saying things I wasn't going to be able to unhear. Marcus making sounds I'd been hoping to cause myself. The unmistakable rhythm of it, the slap of skin, my dad's voice going lower and more deliberate, like he was starving for it.

Open your ass for me.

Yes, please, Daddy.

You want Daddy's load?

Give it to me, please, give it to me Daddy.

I put my phone face down on the bed. My hand had moved to my waistband as I listened to them without me making a conscious choice about it. I told myself I was furious, which I was, and that the furious thing and the other thing could coexist without meaning anything.

My dad finished with a low sound that I felt in my chest somehow. I finished about thirty seconds later, quietly, into a tissue I grabbed from the nightstand. I cleaned myself up and straightened my clothes and stayed on the bed looking at my phone when I heard Marcus coming up the stairs.

He appeared in the doorway looking flushed, completely naked with his clothes in his hand.

"Sorry," he said.

I looked at him. The fury was still there but underneath it I still wanted what I'd come here for. "It's fine," I said. "Come here."

He didn't move. "I'm not really feeling it anymore."

I stared at him for a second.

"Get the fuck out," I said.

He put on his clothes and left. I heard the front door close. I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, still a little turned on and hating myself for it, furious at Marcus, furious at my dad, and not entirely sure which of those things was making my heart beat the way it was.

My dad called me down for dinner around seven like nothing had happened. I came down and sat across from him at the kitchen table and he put a plate in front of me and sat down with his own. We ate, and he asked me if I wanted more rice. I said no. He asked if I had plans that week. I said not really. We ate the rest of the meal in silence, which wasn't unusual for us, but this silence felt different, like it was on purpose rather than just there. I didn't bring up what had happened because I didn't want to admit I had jerked off listening to them. He didn't say anything either. Eventually I took cleared out the table, did the dishes and went back upstairs. That was that.

About a week and a half later, my friend Dani got us tickets to see this indie rock band she'd been obsessed with for months. She'd been putting their songs on so much that by the time the night came I actually knew half the songs without ever having looked them up. There were four of us, me, Dani, her boyfriend Tyler, and our friend Chris, and we took the train to the venue and got there early enough to be close to the stage.

The show was good, better than I expected. It felt you could feel the bass in your chest and everyone around you knew the words and sang them without embarrassment. Dani had her arms in the air for most of it while Tyler kept filming on his phone. I found myself singing along to a song I hadn't realized I knew and Chris caught me doing it and laughed and I didn't care. For about two hours I wasn't thinking about my dad or Marcus or any of it, just the music and the crowd and the good feeling of being somewhere loud with people I liked.

When it ended and we spilled out onto the street Dani said there was a bar a few blocks away she'd been to before and everyone agreed without much discussion. We walked over still buzzing from the show. The guy at the door barely glanced at our fake IDs before waving us through.

It was busy inside, not packed but full enough to have energy. We found a spot near the back and got drinks and kept the concert going in conversation, arguing about the setlist, which song should have been longer, whether the opener was actually good or just okay. I was on my second drink and feeling easy about everything when I noticed a guy a few feet away looking at me.

He was maybe late twenties, dark hair, good looking in a relaxed way. He held my gaze for a second and then walked over.

"Hey," he said. "I'm Ryan."

"Hey," I said. "I'm Jake."

"You were at the show?" he asked.

"Yeah. You?"

"Missed it unfortunately. Was supposed to go with a friend but he bailed." He shrugged. "So I ended up here instead. Good consolation prize though."

"The bar?"

He smiled. "The company."

I laughed a little. "That was smooth."

"I have my moments." He nodded at my drink. "You want another one?"

"Sure."

He flagged the bartender and we got fresh drinks and settled into it from there.

"What band was it?" he asked.

I told him and he said he'd been meaning to listen to them properly for a while and I said they were worth it and he asked what songs to start with and I told him and he typed them into his phone.

"What do you do?" I asked.

"Tech. Data stuff. Boring to explain at a bar."

"Try me."

He laughed. "I really won't. What about you?"

"Figuring it out. Just finished high school."

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"I'm twenty-eight."

"Is that a problem?"

He looked at me for a second. "No," he said. "Definitely not."

At some point the DJ shifted into something heavier and Dani appeared at my elbow and grabbed my arm.

"We're dancing," she announced.

I looked at Ryan. He nodded toward the dancefloor and followed on his own. We ended up in the same orbit, still half-talking over the music, leaning in close to hear each other. His hand found my waist at some point and stayed there. Then I turned around and he came in without hesitation, hands at my hips, chest against my back. We found a rhythm and I pressed into him a little more than necessary and felt him respond.

He dipped his head to my ear. "You've got an incredible ass."

I turned my head slightly toward him. "It's even better out of these jeans."

He laughed, low. "Then I want it out of those jeans."

"Your place?" I said.

"Can't tonight sadly."

I checked my phone. Just past one. My dad was always in bed by eleven. "We can go to mine," I said. "We just have to keep it quiet."

"Deal," he said, without hesitating.

I found Dani and told her I was leaving. She looked past me at Ryan, then back at me with a grin.

"Already?" she said.

"Goodbye Dani."

"Use protection," Tyler called after me. Chris gave me a thumbs up. I ignored all of them.

Ryan and I walked to the train station and got on the late line. The car was mostly empty. He sat close and kissed me once and I kissed him back.

"So," he said, mouth still close to mine. "What am I working with?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, "are you a screamer or do you know how to behave yourself?"

"Depends who's doing the fucking." I was trying to act with confidence and bravado, not wanting him to know I was a virgin.

He smiled at that. "I'll take that as a challenge."

"You should."

He put his hand on my thigh and kept it there. "I've been thinking about that ass since the second I saw you."

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to take my time with it," he said. "You're not leaving mine until I'm done with you."

"Mine," I corrected him. "We're going to mine. I live with my dad, but he's asleep by now, although that also means I can't be a screamer tonight."

"Right." He squeezed my thigh. "You're not leaving your own place until I'm done with you."

I laughed. "That works better."

"How long since your dad goes to bed?" he asked.

"Hours," I said. "We'll be fine."

By the time we got off at my stop I was ready to skip the walk entirely. I got my keys out before we reached the door and opened it slowly so there'd be no noise. I eased it open, we both stepped inside I whispered to him that my room was up the stairs and I turned around to quietly close the door.

Ryan had taken two steps in and stopped, looking at something.

"Up the stairs," I repeated.

He didn't move, and that's only now I noticed the kitchen light was on. I stepped around to check what he was looking at and I shook my head when I saw. My dad was standing at the counter completely naked, drinking a glass of water, looking at us but completely unbothered.

Ryan let out a quiet "Woah."

My dad looked at us both. "Hi," he said.

"What are you doing up?" I said. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Woke up thirsty," he said, holding up the glass. "Is this what you do when I'm not around? Bring guys back to be fucked?"

"Sir," Ryan said, stepping forward slightly, "I can assure you I only had the best intentions." He paused, looking my dad up and down without any shame about it. "Besides, I can see where your son gets his good looks from. I mean, woah."

My dad looked at him. "Thank you, son." He said it very casually but I felt a pinch in my upper chest. "Now. What exactly were you planning to do to my son?"

"Nothing sir," Ryan said. "I wouldn't dare do anything without your permission."

My dad smiled slowly at that. "Good boy."

"What are you two saying?" I said. "This isn't funny. Ryan, come on, my room is upstairs." I grabbed his arm and pulled but he didn't move. He wasn't even looking at me, neither of them were. I was standing right there and they were having a conversation like I'd already left the room.

My dad turned back to the counter and refilled his glass. He turned around again, took a slow sip, and looked at Ryan with that slight smile still on his face.

"I'm not shy," he said. "You can touch if you want."

"Thank you, sir," Ryan said before getting on his knees.

I stood there with my mouth open as Ryan took my dad's cock in his hand and started stroking it slowly. He leaned in and took him into his mouth as he hardened and my dad stood there and took another sip of his water like this was the most normal thing in the world. He set the glass down and put one hand lightly on the back of Ryan's head, not pushing, just resting.

I was still standing by the door. I should have gone upstairs. I should have said something, told Ryan to leave or asked my dad to stop but instead I just stood in the entrance in silence, both shocked and turned on.

My dad looked down at Ryan. "That's it," he said. "Take it slow. Let it grow in your mouth."

Ryan groaned around him and worked his way deeper, one hand at the base, the other on my dad's thigh.

"Good boy," my dad said. "You like that big cock?"

Ryan pulled off just long enough to say "Yes sir," before going back down on him. He gave him a sloppy blowjob, his spit covering my dad's cock. It was my first time properly seeing it and I was also mesmerized by it. He wasn't particularly big, still clearly above average but he didn't have a 'pornstar cock', and yet there was something about it that made it look ... strong and powerful. Ryan must have felt something similar because it looked like he was treating my dad's cock with the respect it deserved.

After a while my dad tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the kitchen chair. Ryan understood without being told. He bent over it, knees on the seat, elbows on the back, and looked over his shoulder at my dad. My dad pulled his jeans and underwear down in one motion, exposing his hairy ass, and looked at it for a second. Then he leaned down and spit directly on Ryan's hole and put his mouth there.

"Oh fuck," Ryan breathed into his arms. "Oh that's good."

My dad worked at him with his tongue, slow and thorough, and Ryan pushed back against his face and my dad held his hips and kept him where he wanted him. He added a finger after a while, then two, and Ryan made sounds into his forearms that were getting harder to muffle.

"Please," Ryan said. "Sir, please."